Thinking out loud about things I learn and teach in South Africa in a time of digital hegemony, decolonisation and protest.

The essay begins in 1943. It was written – by a man – in 1963. The writer is long dead. He was North American, and lived in Paris. What is his essay even doing on a curriculum striving towards decolonisation? I worry about this before introducing James Baldwin to third years I met less than […]

I don’t normally send students out on a writer’s walk so early in their course. But what could we do: another group temporarily inside our (highly desirable) lab and all the Eastern Cape outside, shimmering with 38-degree splendour and a sky of fathomless blue. Clearly we had to go to Bot Gardens, where the grass […]